Our Stinker

So Kai, like most boys, decided he was done being potty trained, and started pooping his pants! Oh and pooping on my floor. We were at our wits ends with the "Kai, if you poop your pants, you are going to have to wear a diaper, like a baby" and the "Kai, if you poop your pants you are going to get spanked" (this was our last resort). I had tried telling him "sorry, you can't play outside with Koen because you'll poop your pants," and many more strategies to get him to just go back to using the toilet, like he had been since December, but nothing, and I mean, NOTHING, made him want to even care that he was pooping everywhere. So, Monday I started telling him that if he could go an entire day without peeing, even the slightest bit (he always leaked in his pants because he was lazy), and not poop his underwear, we could go to ice cream. He kept his pants dry, but by noon we had had yet another pair of poopy underwear. I was so upset! I pretended to cry and told him, "Kai, mommy really wanted ice cream tonight, but now only Koen and daddy get to go because Koen pooped in the toilet today." Oh my, did he come unglued when Koen and daddy left. I thought that had done him in, and that the next day we'd do better. That just didn't happen. I kept up with the "Kai, are you still my big boy so I can take you to ice cream, everyday until Friday, when he finally decided he wanted to do it! So, we take the kid to ice cream, and what does he do on the way home? Pee his pants! I don't know what I am going to do with him! I know he has the ability to control both number 1 and number 2, he just wants to make me crazy! Havyn had better be a breeze to potty train after these boys!